It was normal for Dwarves to be skilled at forging weapons and to be able to craft equipment using such magical Materials, but it was somewhat surprising to Lyle that the Orcs also collected this material.
"Father!" Just at this moment, a happy, crisp voice rang out from beyond the campfire.
Hilde walked over with large strides, carrying a set of armor and a horn.
At this moment, she had removed that set of earth-brown armor and was wearing a cool, earth-brown bandeau top that exposed her navel, with shorts and a half-skirt of the same color on her lower body.
Her wheat-colored skin reflected a faint luster under the illumination of the evening campfire, and her two legs, which were not exactly slender, moved across the sand.
Perhaps due to constant running and training, the muscles in Hilde's calves were tight, while her thighs were rather firm and rounded, which, combined with her flat midriff, made her look quite athletic.
At a glance, she looked like a small cheetah.
The temperature in the valley desert was always high; even at night, it remained at a level of over twenty-five or twenty-six degrees.
Hilde hadn't been here just now; she had been using diluted healing potion from Lyle to treat the tribesmen injured in this battle. It was clear that the treatment was finished now.
Hilde quickly ran to the two men. The armor she held in her arms was clearly quite heavy, making her pant slightly, but the radiant smile on her face could not be concealed.
The injured tribesmen were no longer in life-threatening danger thanks to the mysterious healing potion, although some tribesmen had died.
But whether it was Hilde or all the other tribesmen, they had long been accustomed to death! In this Valley of Despair, "death" was the norm, and they only needed to strive to live, to survive!
"Lord Hero."
"This is the most complete set of armor among all the spoils of war, and this horn seems to possess special abilities; it belonged to that Gray Dwarf commander."
After running over, Hilde looked at Lyle with adoration in her bright silver eyes, slid on her long legs, and came to a stop in a kneeling position on the sand, saying happily.
This time, the biggest harvest for the human side from the Gray Dwarf legion was naturally various kinds of metal weapons.
However! Because Lyle had not paid much attention to the armor during his attacks, there were not many sets of armor on the Gray Dwarves that had been preserved intact.
"Hilde!" Clan Chief Dielong looked at his daughter, a serious expression appearing on his scarred face as he chided in a low voice:
"We were only able to survive by sheer luck, all thanks to Lord Hero. All the spoils of war belong to Lord Hero."
"I know." Hilde lowered her head and said in a low voice: "I just wanted to pick out one complete set of armor for Lord Hero to see."
Hearing that the conversation between the two had reverted to using the title "Lord Hero", Lyle could only helplessly correct them again, then waved his hand:
"Keep these armor and equipment for your own use; I don't need these things."
The Gray Dwarves' equipment consisted basically of iron weapons and armor covered in iron plating, which were of no use to Lyle at all.
"This is a set of equipment with special abilities." Hilde hurriedly raised her head and explained, her voice carrying a hint of nervousness.
Special abilities? Lyle glanced at the armor Hilde was holding in her arms. Wasn't it just magic equipment?
Lyle glanced at the horn, feeling slightly curious. He raised his hand and took it, a flash of magical light passing through his eyes.
"Item Appraisal"! Seeing the information identified, Lyle's eyes widened slightly.
The horn's ability was not complex; it had the simple power to boost morale and transmit sound over long distances, but what really surprised Lyle was something else.
Lyle reached out again, grabbed the armor from Hilde's hands, and activated the "Item Appraisal" ability again.
Watching Lyle observe the armor, Hilde clasped her long hands together and placed them on her knees, her silver eyes filled with adoration.
As expected of Lord Hero; the armor that felt heavy when she held it with both hands could be easily lifted by Lord Hero with one hand.
Especially Lyle's fair skin and pitch-black hair, which were completely different from theirs, were full of mysterious charm in Hilde's eyes.
To the side, Clan Chief Dielong saw his daughter's gaze and then carefully glanced at Lyle, a glimmer of hope appearing on his serious face.
And at this moment, Lyle looked at the information identified from the armor, his eyes shocked.
Both of these magic equipment were Rune items!
"The Gray Dwarves in this region actually possess Rune technology?" Lyle felt somewhat surprised and taken aback.